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The Interpersonally HappyThe Interpersonally Happy
Exhibition - E-book - Event!
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JabLab and Pupill/Mebook invites you to join the art promoting health tour 2012.
The Theme: The Interpersonally Happy. Make art portraying the beauty and challenge of human relations.
Art Categories: traditional art, photography and literature.
Only paper art, maximum size A4 (210 × 297 mm) will be considered.
The Process:
Step one. Start by sending your art in low resolution to my Email. Closing date for submissions is 31 May 2012.
Step two. The most fitting (not necessarily the best) will be chosen for the book "The Interpersonally Happy".
Step three.


The Fold... I am folding here again.The Fold... by ~LaChinitaFe
Lint removed, hair just lingering.
A shallow wait.
A drift from what was hardly mentioned.
All of these years,
a bend,
a lift,
a sorrow....
a long time of never mentioning that these folds
cover you when you are cold.
I am folding here again.
The lint removed from the dryer.
Another hair, left lingering.
The last year I wait for your heart

Creating Works of ValueCreating Works of Value
Our work matters. Art has power, and we have the responsibility to wield it according to the principles of truth and goodness that we know in our hearts. What manifests from our integrity and our movement deeper into the light, has true value, no matter what judgments are cast upon it from others or even from our own minds. In our vulnerability is our strength and vision, and from our vulnerability we create art that matters. The refinement of our art is inseparable from the refinement of ourselves, and it is our obligation to the light within us to walk the path that it shows us.
:) :devturance::iconturance:


Anthology In old mens talesAnthology by ~pandoras-enigma
They remember
The days of glory
And the gods of the Pantheon.
Dream the ancient hero dreams
Of warriors and children.
The lady Pandora awaits
To pay for her curiosity,
With a deceptive heart
And a lying tongue.
To take the dying home.
Look through the looking glass
Fall through the void, Alice.
Your white rabbit has vanished
Into a thousand pieces.
Find your way home
In ruby red slippers,
Tripping on the thread in the labyrinth.
Sleep the deepest sleep
Wake up dead, or
In that undiscoverd country.
Which is no place for old men.
Wake from your dreaming,
Before you forget your reality.
And w